Used Kleenex

AN: Hola people. Here is the next chapter. :)

Cam jumped away from Danielle guiltily; a few seconds before he had been in a make out session with Danielle. It suddenly made sense why he looked uncomfortable when he said he wasn't feeling good earlier- he felt bad for Danielle.

"So that's why you were gone so long! You were making out with her! I can't believe you! I knew I made a mistake when I got back together with you in Cabo!" Angry tears were threatening to fall but Claire was determined not to cry in front of Danielle.

The Pretty Committee was shocked. Well except for Massie. She had suspected what Cam was up to the moment he said he wasn't feeling well. Massie had meant to say something to Claire but she was so busy planning how to dump Derrington to remember.

"Dude, that's cold," Derrington said.

Claire rolled her eyes, "You know what? You guys are perfect for each other anyways. She's a prude and you're a wannabe player. You guys complete each other!"

Claire stomped through the crowd and made sure to escape the Pretty Committee. She didn't want to talk to any sympathetic people; she just wanted to chuck something. Claire stuffed her hands in the pockets of her Juicy Couture hoodie. Her fingers felt a plastic bag and she pulled out the object. She sighed angrily and chucked the gummies Cam had given her into the brown trash can.

Seething, she walked glaring at the ground until she bumped into someone's hard chest. 'Definitely male' she thought before sitting up.

"Sorry," she said before standing and waling away quickly, leaving the person on the ground watching her.

"Dude, I can't believe you did that. How many times is this five?" Derrington and Cam were sitting in the hotel's restaurant talking about the recent event, guy to guy. "I mean seriously, yesterday you were crazy about Claire. You kept saying how you were going to do something special for her."

"Yeah, I don't know. I just kind of… did it in the heat of the moment. She was crying, I felt bad for her, and it just happened."

"What are you going to do about Claire now?"

"Well, she probably won't talk to me ever again, but honestly I don't care. I never knew she changed so much. The Claire I loved never would have done something like that."

"True. But there's something about Danielle that is wrong. She seems… like trouble."

"That's what I like though. Trouble," Cam smiled mischievously.

Claire had successfully ditched the Pretty Committee, Cam, and her old friends. Tears were pouring down her cheeks and she paid no attention to where she was going. Before she knew it, she was outside the theme park, making her way to their hotel. Entering the elevator, she angrily pushed the button for her floor. As she slouched to the ground, hugging her knees, a skinny arm shot through the doors, reopening them.

A boy her age with straight brown hair that fell into his gorgeous brown eyes, stepped entered. He was taller than her by at least two inches and he was slim and looked like he could be a teen model. He glanced sideways at her, sniffling on the ground.

'Great. A cute guy comes into the elevator when I am looking like this; just my luck.'

Before she could glare at herself in the mirrored walls, the mysterious boy had squatted down to her eyelevel. Claire turned her head surprised. The boy said nothing as he handed her a Kleenex and she whipped her eyes and nose.

"So having boy trouble? Though I don't know what boy would ask you out."

Claire was angry she couldn't contain it. Before he could react, she slapped him hard across his arrogant head.

"Oh, like you know anything about me. And for your information, I do have a boy going out with me."

"Well judging your condition, it looks like you don't anymore. I was just trying to lighten the mood."

"What? By making fun of me? Sorry but I don't like your kind of humor." At that moment the doors opened, much to Claire's pleasure. "And keep your Kleenex," she said before throwing her used Kleenex at the guy.

AN: Hope you like it! R&R!